Chaos is known as the being that never became a star. It is everywhere and yet nowhere at the same time.
Neither good nor evil, the ultimate expression of nothingness. The antithesis of the cosmos, creation itself.
Although Chaos claims to be the very state of existence from which the first entities appeared, it cannot form into the entity it wants most.
So it has been cursed to stay in the form of a dark and shapeless void. Floating between existence and nonexistence.
Longingly watching as stars are constantly born and lives are lived. The seeds of malice had been planted, flourished and transformed Chaos into the purest form of evil.
Investigating dark and spooky places is my job, but it doesn't mean I have to be grim all the time.
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Talon growled if only he could smoke in the Catacombs. He then pointed his flashlight to the left and sighed, it was about time to get out of here. He'd been in here for two hours, god it was going to be a long walk. "Man what a bust" he muttered to himself. His shoes clicked against the ground of the empty Catacombs.
"God this is boring," he said. Seriously not a single spirit or ghost in a damn mass grave. His green eyes scanned the path in front of him stretching ever onward. Damn, maybe he should have brought a friend along with him. Well, he'd better keep moving if he ever intends to get out of this place.
One had to be a weirdo to actively seek out the Catacombs of Paris, or a tourist striving to gain their money worth, even if that means taking selfies in front of the dead just to declare you’ve been there. Millions of deceased wouldn’t bother opening their rotten mouths to express how rude the livings were. None of these people garnered the power to raise the dead, so they’ll do what they want.
Save for Enzo. He, unlike others, reinvigorated the dead in a specific design only his personal touch produced. Under manipulations of a magical lens, the dead came back to life looking magnificent. Sadly it existed solely in pictures. Enzo was one of those weirdos, upping it a notch by photographing the perished to be placed on the wall.
The device whizzed, zooming in and a bright light illuminated the dimly lit area. Two more flashes went off before lowering the black camera, scarlet eyes bounce around the area, scanning. ”What next…” Of course, words aimed at the single soul alive, no one else was going to answer. If someone did, he wore the correct type of blue jeans and red Nikes to flee in.
Enzo continued, moving silently after a sigh, letting his feet be the brains, simply acting on instincts. However, a noise triggered ears to perk up indefinitely. Usually, he’d be here mostly alone, well, his gut lied to him about no one else is around. ”The hell…was that.” a cautious mumble tumbled off peachy lips, eyes roamed and he spun on his heel. Similar to the dumb actors in movies, when a horn of mystery echoed, he ran to it, like a heavy chested blonde to a blade.
A soft click switched on the flash, utilizing it as light in the dingy tourist trap. ”Someone…there?” Confidence escaped his tone, instead, it encouraged shoes forward. ”W-whoa whoa, dude!” His shaken voice was cleared loudly, shoes stomped to a stop. ”Who the hell are you?” Raising the bright light toward the alien silhouette, desiring it to leave the shadows, his mouth opened again.
”I don’t think you supposed to be here.” Enzo stated as if he policed the area. Thinking smartly, he kept at an arm’s length in case the situation turned ugly. He couldn’t be sure what the other weirdos roaming might do.
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